Juan Marques Lopes
Juan Marques Lopes
Juan Marques Lopes lives in Spain,
To move one day is his only wish.
Free himself of a poor life with his wife,
For he knows he can do better than this.
One hundred years have come and gone,
since the day that he was born,
To a Shepard’s daughter on a farmers land, he was her only son.
Three decades ago he received a bite to the neck
and thought he would die from the blood loss,
For the pain to stop and to save his own life,
he said he'd sell his soul whatever the cost.
One moment of weakness and his soul was the Devils,
To do as he pleased, just to not die like this.
Freedom from death must come at a price,
For a vampires thirst craves the deadliest kiss.
Juan killed all his friends then he killed his own family,
To feed his thirst for blood and for power.
Three times a day, he must feed on their blood,
For he sold his soul to Satan, this is his last eternal hour.
(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016
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